play this ♫   “Duizhang. I’m hungry,” I whined behind his back. Wu Yi Fan spun around the swivel chair, pressing a finger on his temple. I was sitting no the floor, clutching my stomach (exaggeratedly) with both of my hands.   I stared at him and he was staring back at me, with total deadpan face (rather, his famous face look.)   “Yah” he says, almost kicking my slippers off my feet. “You know I agree to come here because you said you need my help. But I end up doing everything you’re supposed to do, and now you’re telling me that you’re hungry without burning some brain cells?”   I grin at him with chinky eyes. I went closer and kneel in front of him. “But you said, you love me and you’ll do anything for me—”Kris was about to say something, but he shut his mouth and look around uncomfortably. I didn’t mean to make him feel awkward but he was the one who got drunk and said that “—since I’m your friend—” and perhaps, part of me intentionally say that to avoid the unease atmosphere between us. What I didn’t anticipate was this tinge of pain in my chest.   Like a jar with a tightly shut lid, I keep my feelings to myself because I didn’t want to ruin this so-called friendship. However no matter how tight you shut the lid, there’s always a little space for which air could pass in. And so, this pain, no matter how hard I try to get rid of it, it’s always there, whenever this friendship thingy is brought up to our conversation.     Going back… “Please? You can do my report later. It can wait, but my stomach wont. Let’s go somewhere, where we can eat. My treat.” I beam at him.     He smirks. Like Wu Yi Fan could ever say no to me.   ---   Different lights were swirling around. Sounds were blasting off everywhere. Indeed, this place is for party people. Definitely not for me.    As I walk toward my friends, I have to passed by to the gazillion of people whose tongues were shove to the person they’re with. And unexpectedly, I run to a drunk Wu Yi Fan.   “I’m going home!” I shouted, hoping I could overpower the loud noise.   “No, I’m not drunk,” he says. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not really drunk, I’m not even tipsy.”   Oohkay. I shake my head and suppress my smile, but Wu Fan smiled widely and it made me grin. He’s definitely drunk. I tiptoed and reach for his ears, “Kris, I’m going home now, okay?” I give him two-thumbs up, hoping he understand what I said.   I turn my heel opposite his direction. But Wu Fan grab my left wrist. I turn back to look at him, on my wrist and back to his eyes where I could see a reflection of myself. He blinks a couple of times, shaking of his drunkenness. He place his hands on my shoulders, “I have something to tell you—” I nodded a little, urging him to go on. “—but I don’t know how to say it.”   I laugh and pat him on his chest. I say, “how about this… Tomorrow, when you’re sober, you tell me everything, anything you want to tell, okay?”   He shakes his head no. He entwines his right hand on my left and I could practically and literally feel my heart doing somersault on my chest. “I like you,” he says, looking serious more than ever.   “I like you too.” I reply back, giving him a smile.   “No, no, no, you don’t understand.” I look at him confused. “I like you not as a friend, but more than that.” Duizhang placed his hand on my nape and kissed me on the forehead. He lightly pin me on the wall and press his forehead onto mine as he whisper, “I'm in love with you... I love you and if you want to me to prove it, I'll do everything- I mean anything for you. I want us to take this to the next level.”   Unexpectedly, he kiss me on the corner of my lips and I feel every air on my lungs has been up. I don’t know if he's that drunk that he missed my full lips or he purposely kissed me there, nonetheless, this was outrageous!   He smiles drunkenly - his eyes were so small, almost forming straight line. What caught me off-guard was, when he held my neck with both of his hand and his face was coming closer... closer... and closer to me that I could feel his breath against my skin.   And everything went nasty... I mean literally, nasty.   Just when I closed my eyes, anticipating for what I believe would be something special next (my very own first kiss) , Wu Yi Fan barf in front of me - almost throwing up completely on me.   *   And the next days were nutty as a fruitcake.   Our peers notice that the two of us we're awkward. I